Bad Movies and Eggplant for Memorial Day
Hello from beautiful downtown Bed Stuy! The boy and his uncle are watching a hockey game, Kate is eating a ham sandwich against her will, and I have been enjoying the gift of sight! Got my new glasses from Sears and I can now read without squinting and holding my reading material at arm's length. It is a beautiful thing! I love my new glasses, they have thin pinkish frames that twist in a cool weird way on the arms. They feel weightless and I CAN READ AGAIN. I don't need to make the computer print enormous anymore either. Saw bad movies last night, including Ghost Ninja which was SOOOOOOOO bad, shots at night were indeciperable (even with my glasses) and there were several makes absolutely no sense sex scenes that the boy was forced to look away from until fast forwarding could occur. Thanks for that a fine choice LC! One good part was when the little Japanese kid BoBo was whipped into the air by bad ghosts and spun around at about 100 miles an hour. Why do little Japanese boys in bad movies always have on micro shorts? It is very disturbing. Saw an EXCELLENT movie after that called Zombies on a Plane (I think) which, after Ghost Ninja, seemed like fine art. Jr. outdid herself with the food again, yummy eggplant parmesan. Have to get ready for Brooklyn outing. Happy Memorial Day!
Dedication for a Plot of Ground
This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
who was born in England; married;
lost her husband and with
her five year old son
sailed for New York in a two-master;
was driven to the Azores;
ran adrift on Fire Island shoal,
met her second husband
in a Brooklyn boarding house,
went with him to Puerto Rico
bore three more children, lost
her second husband, lived hard
for eight years in St. Thomas,
Puerto Rico, San Domingo, followed
the oldest son to New York,
lost her daughter, lost her "baby,"
seized the two boys of
the oldest son by the second marriage
mothered them -- they being
motherless -- fought for them
against the other grandmother
and the aunts, brought them here
summer after summer, defended
herself here against thieves,
storms, sun, fire,
against flies, against girls
that came smelling about, against
drought, against weeds, storm-tides,
neighbors, weasels that stole her chickens,
against the weakness of her own hands,
against the growing strength of
the boys, against wind, against
the stones, against trespassers,
against rents, against her own mind.
She grubbed this earth with her own hands,
domineered over this grass plot,
blackguarded her oldest son
into buying it, lived here fifteen years,
attained a final loneliness and --
If you can bring nothing to this place
but your carcass, keep out.
William Carlos Williams
Hello from beautiful downtown Bed Stuy! The boy and his uncle are watching a hockey game, Kate is eating a ham sandwich against her will, and I have been enjoying the gift of sight! Got my new glasses from Sears and I can now read without squinting and holding my reading material at arm's length. It is a beautiful thing! I love my new glasses, they have thin pinkish frames that twist in a cool weird way on the arms. They feel weightless and I CAN READ AGAIN. I don't need to make the computer print enormous anymore either. Saw bad movies last night, including Ghost Ninja which was SOOOOOOOO bad, shots at night were indeciperable (even with my glasses) and there were several makes absolutely no sense sex scenes that the boy was forced to look away from until fast forwarding could occur. Thanks for that a fine choice LC! One good part was when the little Japanese kid BoBo was whipped into the air by bad ghosts and spun around at about 100 miles an hour. Why do little Japanese boys in bad movies always have on micro shorts? It is very disturbing. Saw an EXCELLENT movie after that called Zombies on a Plane (I think) which, after Ghost Ninja, seemed like fine art. Jr. outdid herself with the food again, yummy eggplant parmesan. Have to get ready for Brooklyn outing. Happy Memorial Day!
Dedication for a Plot of Ground
This plot of ground
facing the waters of this inlet
is dedicated to the living presence of
Emily Dickinson Wellcome
who was born in England; married;
lost her husband and with
her five year old son
sailed for New York in a two-master;
was driven to the Azores;
ran adrift on Fire Island shoal,
met her second husband
in a Brooklyn boarding house,
went with him to Puerto Rico
bore three more children, lost
her second husband, lived hard
for eight years in St. Thomas,
Puerto Rico, San Domingo, followed
the oldest son to New York,
lost her daughter, lost her "baby,"
seized the two boys of
the oldest son by the second marriage
mothered them -- they being
motherless -- fought for them
against the other grandmother
and the aunts, brought them here
summer after summer, defended
herself here against thieves,
storms, sun, fire,
against flies, against girls
that came smelling about, against
drought, against weeds, storm-tides,
neighbors, weasels that stole her chickens,
against the weakness of her own hands,
against the growing strength of
the boys, against wind, against
the stones, against trespassers,
against rents, against her own mind.
She grubbed this earth with her own hands,
domineered over this grass plot,
blackguarded her oldest son
into buying it, lived here fifteen years,
attained a final loneliness and --
If you can bring nothing to this place
but your carcass, keep out.
William Carlos Williams
posted by MJ at 12:14 PM
9 Comments:
mmmm eggplant. my japanese horror films are still filled with uniformed japanese school girls. well, there is the one boy in the ringu movies. i think his shorts were ok... i guess... it's funny though, the "bad" kids have slightly bleached blonder hair and are more funky and americanized. clearly american = evil!!!
Happy Memorial Day! Hey MJ, I watched a movie today too, well the end of one. Nottinghill, my very favorite. I adore the last 10 minutes, and watched them incessantly, over and over, this past year, sort of as a talisman against all the evil we've had to put up with, snurfling most unattractively when Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts gaze questioningly into each other's eyes. My long-suffering spouse finally "mistakenly" taped over it.
But luckily, I used Always, Buddy's link for free movies to watch it, and picked just the last 10 minutes! Hoorah for you, Always, Buddy, and thanks! But I suspect you were the 4th Person back then; the picture is the same, anyway.
Do you like those dubbed Japanese horror films? Fun! Lots of people getting flung around!
Hello Linder Loo and Happy Memorial Day to you too! I love Notting Hill, and especially Hugh Grant. Have you seen About a Boy? It is one of my favorite movies.
FP, In Godzilla movies there are always slightly obnoxious little Japanese boys who befriend Godzilla or Gamora or whatever monster is starring in the movie. Those little boys always have high pitched, annoying voices and weird short shorts that almost look like diapers. The real horror movies, do for some reason have lots of uniformed school girls.
linderloo: yeah i go by many names, fourth person is one i used for a long time. you know, i'll prolly go back to it at some time.
i have recently become a fan of japanese horror films.
especially since my sister, the midnight gardner, turned me on to that movie site.
YIKES that picture wasn't working before. SCANDALABRA!!!!
Aaarrggh, yikes, what is with that picture, Mary Joan? Secret fantasies of what you'd like to do to BFI?
That's one of the zombie's from the zombies in flight movie, super cool, definately a classic! He was the creepy smarm ass who deserved to die!!! Hope you all are having a wonderful Memorial day!!
Dear Blog Family, The name of the zombie film was "Flight of the Living Dead" if you're so inclined to search it out (and who wouldn't be?).
I think I liked "Ghost Ninja" better. It was either the fact that the secret "stealth" ninja wore a bright orange jumpsuit in broad daylight or, it was the sack 'o flour the film crew put on his mustache in a failed attempt to make him look distinguished, or, it was BoBo's midnight flight. I'm not sure which. Hmm, maybe worth a second screening......ahh, maybe not.
That is one rocking Zombie...he's perfect for the post!
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